This is extremely fine. This morning's offerings are making it extremely difficult to get to work and cover the various items I need to, but am not terribly anxious, to attend to. I'm glad you place Epiphenomenal (Morning After) in the final position of today's poems and the Steven’s lecture excerpt. (At least that’s how I interpret the sequencing.) The pieces each seem correctly ordered to me. Yesterday we attended a Friends Meeting in Cornwall, NY, close to where we used to live. The Meeting House is a building from the early 1790s that’s been in continuous use by Friends since its construction. It still has a fair amount of very old glass in the windows, which is extremely beautiful and acts in unexpected ways on your eyes all the time. During part of our time there, I re-read the beginning sections of Genesis and the concluding sections of each of the four Gospels (King James version.) Very little was said during the hour, but the words that were spoken were extremely surprising and interesting, as they tend to be at Cornwall, generous in spirit, and they chased away decisively (for a while at least) some of my darker thoughts about human character and “the way things are going”. (Long story short – I’m going to have to de-activate my Facebook account. It used to seem like a sort of beach where driftwood would slowly pile up. Now I have the angry mob – actually, several angry mobs – on my doorstep constantly and I can’t see the beach at all.) Epiphenomenal (Morning After) puts me in mind of what I read yesterday in its clarity and also its mystery. As for the Larkin, and the photos, I assume you’ll keep these coming as appropriate.

Thank you very much for sharing this, such generosity of spirit does not go unappreciated here. And thank you especially for noticing or anyway finding an intention of sorts in the progression and sequencing of these posts. I wish I could truthfully say there has always been a master plan at work here. But I can at least honestly say that as time goes along there has been more and more of an attempt to have the "ordering" make some sort of sense. I suppose this is a terrible admission in the blogosphere, where the moment is always dominant and absolute in its hegemony. But, oh well.

(About Facebook, I must admit that I've never been on or in or in any way involved with it, so though I can feel sympathy with those who do and are, when it's mentioned I always find myself having to make polite signs of assent, as if I were in a room in which everyone but me was speaking Croatian.)

Very briefly, I established a Facebook account for the simple purpose of trying to understand and monitor what my 12-year old daughter was getting up to with her friends. On that score, I found I had no worries. Jane’s posts are benign and on the order of “Yay Phillies”. Some of the other kids worry me, but not as much as adults. Facebook , especially now that the volume of traffic sometimes surpasses Google's, resembles that oft-mooted “communist plot” to overthrow the West. In this version, they’ve introduced a device that will tie the enemy up in knots by inducing him to pursue mind-numbing self-referential activities with no ultimate objective. You just keep going. All the while, they’re stealing a march on Ft. Knox (or something like it.) I think you’re in a good place vis-à-vis Facebook.

Yes, I think maybe this one is about being in the dark, and feeling for the light, while also finding the search limited by thought. The spirit would wish to drift up and away, but there seems a sort of vertical limit imposed by the mental confinement of language.